The Uniques

Chapter Thirteen

~Finally~

*Fred*

I checked her profile a little, messing up the papers at the office aboveground. For fun, I dialed the number. I connected it to my computer, so whatever the person said would be typed out for me and I would type out my reply, so that a robotic voice would read it.

Hello, Fred.

Hello.

Have you got the girl yet?

No. 1 million is too little.

Tell you what. I don’t want to kill this girl, I don’t like killing people. You kill her, bury her, take a picture and send it to me, I’ll give you 10 million. Deal?

Wait for my call soon.

With that, I hung up. 10 million, heh. These people are seriously stupid. Anyways, I shut down my computer and flipped through the files again. Quinn Collier was from Raleigh, and that was a small town. It’ll be easy enough to find her.

I grabbed everything I need, threw it into my bag and got myself a helicopter. Fred Fly was visiting America.

*Jamie*

I woke up, yawning. Quinn’s arms were wrapped around me. I smiled contentedly and snuggled in deeper. Quinn was mine now, mine forever. Suddenly something jumped on to me, making me grunt.

“Eh?” I called out, rubbing my eyes.

“DADDY, WAKE UP!” Ray screamed, jumping on me. “Eh, Ray, don’t wake your Daddy,” Lucy said, pulling Ray away from me. I let out a soft groan, swallowing quickly. “Hey buddy,” I said, flashing a fake smile. I got to my feet and sloped off, washing up quickly.

Lucy joined me a while after. “Hey, thanks for these,” she said, holding the white roses and giving me a big grin. “No problem,”  I mumbled, kissing her cheek. “I love you,” she said quietly, pulling me close. I put my arms around her. “Yeah, I love you too,” I said quietly.

I changed afterwards and brought Brad and Colbie to school.

I walked back to the forest, deep in thought. Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around. It was a young man with a tight black t-shirt and jeans, wearing a pair of sunglasses. “Yes?” I asked, not remembering seeing him around.

He took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote, “I’m deaf. I’m a reporter, and I’m looking for this girl, Quinn Collier?” I froze, but quickly regained my composure and grabbed the paper. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who she is. Maybe you can visit the zoo and do a newspaper report on the new koala exhibit instead?”

He sighed and nodded. “Thanks anyway,” he wrote, flashing me the piece of paper. I didn’t want this nosy reporter to find Quinn, so I lied. I shrugged and headed up the cliff, back into the woods.

*Ralph*

Today, Miss Little Drunk turned up for work sober and taught me the basic ropes. It was nothing much, similar to what I did in Australia.

“So,” I said, checking my watch, “want to go for lunch together?” I asked cockily. “Is this a date?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. I grabbed her hand gently and intertwined it with mine. “Yes.”

She laughed and eased her hand out of mine. “No way,” she breathed, turning away to catch her breath. I sighed and grabbed her purse. “As friends? We’ll go Dutch!” I half pleaded. She grabbed her purse from me and gave me a gentle shove. “Fine,” she agreed, sighing exaggeratedly.

She walked off, swaying her hips more than usual. I punched my fist into the air. “Yes,” I mumbled, running after her.

                  We grabbed a sandwich each from the zoo café and sat at the koala exhibit, eating slowly. “I’m sorry for that night,” I said quietly, resting against the wall, chewing my tuna sandwich slowly. Wow, this tuna tasted like crap.